Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

13

"Stan get over it. He's not your enemy and this project is 30% of our g-grade. You can hate him afterwards, b-but for now just pretend he's a normal classmate." Stan had re read Bills text message a billion times by now. For hours he had stared at it not knowing how to reply.

He was frustrated and anxious, two feelings that never mixed well together. Like adding ammonia to bleach. Or pickles and Oreos. Toxic and wrong.

He damn well knew that trying to explain his hatred for Tozier would be impossible. He also knew that if he failed a class he might as well be planning his own funeral. It felt as if two people were grabbing Stans arms and pulling him apart. One trying to reason that a passing grade was worth more than a petty hatred, then other convincing him that his hatred was logical.

He could go back to hating Tozier later though, what he couldn't do was erase a failed grade. He sighed sadly deciding that he would try to not as bitter towards Tozier as before. The teenager had also helped Stan pass his math test with a decent score.

Bill Denbrough

I'll pretend not to hate him on one conditions

and that is ???

No group chats.

Fine deal :)
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It turns out it wasn't actually, terrible working with Ric- Tozier. He genuinely seemed nice even with his crude and unnecessary humour and all the your money jokes. The teenager put in his effort and tried to get things done then goofed off.

The three worked well together. Bill did all the research and got the facts right. Stan wrote it all down and would decorate their trifold. Richie wrote everything they would say and even organized it on who would say what. In just a few classes they were almost done.

"Hey Stan, R-richie and you can come over this S-Saturday to finish our project. We don't have anymore class t-time." Bill told Stan after class. Stan nodded putting it in his calendar. He checked all his notifications for apps (he hated that goddamn red dot in the corner).

1 follow request

Stan was confused, rarely anyone found him on Instagram and he only had his friends and a couple of bots as followers. He clicked on it reading the username.

trashmouthtozier has requested to follow you.

Accept
    Delete request

Stan mentally though fuck it before clicking accept and turning off his phone. He starting walking to class with Brandon.

"Hey sorry I cant come over this weekend. I have to finish the science project." Stan said with shooting an apologetic look towards his friend.

"It's fine, I have tons of homework anyways. See you after class!" Brandon smiled and waved before going towards his class and Stan turning towards his.

All Stan could think about the rest of the day was Saturday. Strangely, he was excited to hang out with Bill and Richie. The boy frowned not really wanting to go back to hating him afterwards but knowing it was inevitable (I aM... iNeViTaBlEeEeEe)

"Fuck life."

Shorter sorry. Also wtf why does tgus story have 600 reads????? I stg last time I checked it was barely at 400 anyways thank you all sm <3 I randomly have inspo to write so ima wrote more chapters rn sorry this is short lol